Page 65 of Laurels and Liquor

“Yes, Domina.”

The reply comes from both of my lovely submissives, and I can’t help the proud lift of my chin as they shed their layers. Lydia reclines back, arms stretched out above her head and a coy smile on her face. What a sly little temptress she is, my lovely omega. But I will have her as I desire. So I spring forward, grabbing her knees and pushing them apart until her dripping cunt is fully exposed and I dive in face first.

Lydia’s back arches, and I have to use more strength than I’d assumed to hold her down as she writhes and squirms under my tongue. But I move with her, drinking her essence deep until the only thing I know is honey and vanilla and lilacs. I swirl my tongue around and around, thrusting and flicking and sucking her down. She tastes perfect, as sweet and delicious as that first taste from Rhett’s fingers promised.

Hands grab onto my hips, guiding me and Lydia forward until her head hangs off the far edge and I’m kneeling on the table, my ass in the air. I moan as Lucas’s lips close over my clit, sucking hard, just how I like. He alternates between sucking my pleasure bud and licking my entrance, even going as far as to drag his tongue back to my ass, circling it and thrusting with a hint of pressure. I mirror his movements on Lydia, and her screams of pleasure fill the room, her release gushing over my chin and mouth. I don’t slow, don’t relent as I reach behind me and hold Lucas’s face to my pussy when he sucks and flicks my clit. Lydia’s hips roll as I build her up to another release, and I can feel my own cresting. Lucas understands my silent command, sucking harder and thrusting two fingers into my pussy to push me over the edge at the same moment as Lydia falls.

“I need you, Alpha. I need your knot, need more. More, please,” Lydia moans, her nails scraping on the wood as she struggles to hold on.

Lucas pulls away with a deep inhale, working to catch his breath after so long holding it. He moves to kneel at Lydia’s side, cock almost fully hard again. He looks at me, silently asking for permission. I bite the inside of my lip and glance at the clock on the wall behind him. Mateo should have gotten to the airport by now, but who knows if he’s picked up Rhett yet. My heart aches from the need to fuck Lydia into the table, to bury my knot into her sweet cunt until she’s truly mine. But doing so could snap the last thread of her sanity, and we need her to focus.

“Domina, use my cock to pleasure your omega. She needs to earn your knot, doesn’t she?”

Lucas is looking at me pointedly, and I know we’re thinking the same thing. Lydia whimpers and rolls onto her knees, bending at the waist until her forehead touches the wood in supplication. Lucas gives me a nod of consent and a slow blink. I’ve got to hand it to him; he really knows how to play to an omega’s instincts.

“Please, Domina. I’ll show you how good I can take a cock. Please let me. I’ll be so good for you, please, Domina, please,” Lydia begs, nearly hysterical.

I hum a little, letting the primal part of my mind slip forward. Backing up off the table, I drag Lucas’s wheeled chair into position, draping myself across it like it’s my throne. Lucas drops to sit on his heels, head bowed like the good little boy I know he can be. Lydia doesn’t look up, waiting for my judgment.

“Very well, my lovely. My little slut of a beta is already hard again for you, so show me how well you take his big cock in your holes. Fuck my omega’s cunt, and don’t hold back,” I order, lifting one of my legs to hook over the arm of the chair as I lean back and watch the show.

Lucas moves into position behind Lydia, taking her hips roughly in his hands and pulling her up to meet his thrusting cock. She screams as he impales her on this thick length, and he takes off, setting a brutal pace. He’s already come once, so his already impressive stamina should hold up long enough to give Rhett and Mateo time to get back to us.

“Thank you, Domina. Thank you for letting him fuck me,” Lydia moans, words choppy as she bounces against Lucas’s hips.

“Play with her ass, too, slut. We need our omega to be ready for all the dick she’s going to get over the next few days,” I say, ignoring Lydia and speaking to Lucas.

He nods, eyes sparking with joy as he gathers some of her dripping juices off the table and spreads them around her asshole, not once breaking his steady rhythm. I let my fingers trail down my stomach, over the neat patch of hair on my mound, until I find my swollen clit, still slick from Lucas’s mouth. My omega screams her pleasure as Lucas works one, then two fingers into her tight rear, twisting his wrist in counterpoint with his cock, opening her up and shattering her all at once.

I purr in my throat as Lydia reaches between her legs and gathers more of her cream, pushing herself up until she finds Lucas’s chest and smears the fluid across his tattooed muscles, marking him, claiming him. The primal part of me preens, content that my lovers are so deeply connected. Lydia’s moans turn to a chant of ‘mine, mine, mine’ as she digs her nails into his skin, not quite deep enough to draw blood, but enough to leave long red streaks on his forearms, biceps, legs, anywhere she can reach.

“On your back, slut. Ride him, Omega,” I snap, fingers moving faster on my clit and occasionally dipping into my entrance to gather more of my own wetness.

They scramble to obey, and to my surprise, Lydia doesn’t take him back into her pussy, but lets him slip into her ass as she squats down slowly. But once he’s fully seated, she adjusts her legs and bounces. He helps her move, hands digging into her hips. Her head is thrown back, eyes closed as one of her hands squeezes a breast, pinching and tweaking her rosy nipple, and the other is between her legs, three fingers deep in her spasming cunt.

I can only watch as they move together, racing toward a finish line that’s just within reach. My own hand rubs hard, fast circles around my clit, my breathing fast as I try to keep pace with them. When Lydia peaks, her whole body shakes and she moves her hand just in time for a stream of her release to coat Lucas’s chest and face, pulsing over and over as he drives his cock deep into her ass. She collapses forward slightly, hand on his pecs as she grinds her hips in circles, sending him shouting into his own expletive filled orgasm. Watching them fall apart is enough to trigger my peak, and I moan and gasp through it, working my clit until I can’t stand it and collapsing back into the chair.

There’s silence for a long while, the ticking clock filling the air until suddenly, there’s the crunch of car tires in the driveway, reaching us from up the hill through the still-open garage bay door Lucas pulled in through. Mateo and Rhett are home. And neither of them bother to park properly, killing the engine in the driveway and bursting through the front door and into the foyer.

“Your sir is home, sweetheart. Domina will tell him how good you’ve been for us, won’t she?” Lucas coos, tilting his head back to look at me.

I can only swallow and nod. Seeing Lydia’s face light up like a Christmas tree brings a smile to my lips, and I get to my feet and pace toward the table. She looks up at me, and I’m relieved to see a glimmer of clarity still left in their emerald depths.

“Let’s get you to your nest, my perfect omega.”

Chapter thirty-two

Rhett

Mylegbouncesasthe plane taxis into the hangar, beyond ready to be done with this trip. It’s nearly midnight, nearly twelve hours after I’d been given the good news that I had my freedom back. The delay had been mostly getting clearance to fly from the FAA, but that’s all behind me now. I’m back in Georgia, and minutes away from reuniting with my pack.

I don’t even bother with my bags as I bound down the airplane stairs, looking around for a car, a taxi, fuck, even a Penny-farthing bicycle to get me on my way home. Thankfully, Mateo’s SUV rounds the corner before I have to steal one of the baggage carts, stopping short of hitting me. He doesn’t even put the car in park, and I have the door open and I’m climbing inside. I turn to look at my best friend, the closest person I have to a brother, and exhale. The interior of the vehicle is drenched in lemonade and fresh cut grass, a scent so familiar that it brings tears to my eyes. I can’t help myself, and I lean across the console and grab him in a tight hug.

“Yeah, I missed you too, Coop,” Mateo says into my ear, hugging me back.

I laugh briefly before settling back in my seat and buckling my seatbelt. Mateo takes off with a slight squeal of his tires, but I can appreciate his haste.

“So, how was the trip?” Mateo asks conversationally.

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